Sam dug his canine's into the side of a tree, making me cringe.
He's never, ever, been like this, at least since I was born he hasn't.
She must've broke his poor heart.
"At least he isn't crying anymore," Kyle whispered to me, knowing Sam won't hear us over his racket.
Yes, Sam was hurting, it was obvious from his actions. After he ate the ice cream, he stormed off outside and turned into his wolf.
Now he's destroying things with an occasional whimper every now and then.
"True, but whoever did that needs her ass whooped," I snarled, Sam is always there for me and now it's my turn.
"No!" Kyle freaked, giving me a sharp stare.
"Why?"
"Sam would be devastated, don't even do it."
I nodded, "I just want to help," I frowned and I felt small arms wrap around my left bicep.
"I think you
